Finding You (Camarry)(Sequel to Breaking & Healing)

Eight: Jokes.

I laugh hearing his stupid yet funny joke. His grin widens as he heard my laugh.

"Okay, I got one. Its way better than yours." I tease, he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Knock, Knock." I giggle.

"Who's there?" He asks, with a smirk growing onto his face.
"Daisy."

"Daisy who?"

"Daisy see me rollin, they hatin." I laugh, he bursts into a fit of laughter.

I smile, "Now wasn't that a better joke?" I ask, a smirk growing onto my face.

He nods sadly,"Whatever." Harry walks away. I laugh, walking after him.

"Don't be mad babe. I'm just more funny." I shake imaginary dust from my shoulder.

He rolls his eyes,"You are really perfect." He mumbles.

I blush, "Stop, Harry." I giggle.

He shrugs, "I'm just telling the truth. Am I your babe?" he asks, with a smirk.

I then realize that I had called him babe only a few seconds ago. I blush again, he chuckles.

"I think its so cute, how you blush every time I compliment you. Even though its true." He replies.

"Okay, moving on now. What do you wanna do?" I ask.

He gives me unreadable look, "How about tomorrow night, I take you out on a date?" He smile cheekily.

I blush, "Are you asking me out?" I tease, trying to ignore my nervousness. He nods, "Yes, I am." He smiles, making my blush become even more visible.

"Okay." I reply, he grins. "Great. I'll pick you up, at seven." He tells me.

"Sorry I don't wake up that early." I tease, he rolls his eyes playfully.

"I meant in the afternoon. Camila." He smiles.

"Yeah..and..?" I continue to tease.

"You're getting more mean everyday, Camila." He crosses his arms, childishly.

I laugh,"Sorry." I pout. He lays down on my bed, with a loud sigh.

"What's wrong?" I ask, laying down beside him. He looks at me, our faces inches apart.

"I want you to be be mine, I want to kiss you." He whispers. A ghost of smile, appears on my lips.

"What's stopping you?" I ask. He gives me a unreadable look, before he was leaning in. Our lips so close, I could feel his breath hitting my lips.

Mint.

I felt his lips peck against mine, not feeling sparks or fire like the 'fanfictions' describe it as. But I felt something much more powerful, before we could actually kiss.

The door opens, "Camila, we ha-" Lauren interrupts. Before she looks at us in shock, before saying "I'm sorry, seriously." Before running out the room.

Harry sighs, "Apparently, Lauren is." He says, with a smile. But a slight look of disappoint in his eyes.

I chuckle,"Come on, Harry." I say, standing up. He frowns, before standing with me. Even a frown on his face, he still amazingly perfect.

"You know, staring is rude." He laughs, slightly. Before walking out of the room. Leaving me here, as a blushing mess.

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Harry's Pov:
It's been a few hours, since I've left Camila's flat. I missed her like crazy.

Go over there.

No, I can't it's like midnight. She's probably sleep. I can't just go over there, like a weirdo.

Why can't you?

Then my thoughts take over my body, as I got dressed. Driving towards her place. I take a long loud, sigh.

Before I knock on the door, after a few minutes. The door opens to a spongebob pajama wearing Camila.

She looks up at me, rubbing her eyes. "Harry?"

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